Chapter 3 - Revision history

PelicanGaming: /* Part 3 */

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‎Part 3

PelicanGaming at 20:41, 28 June 2018

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PelicanGaming: /* Part 2 */

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‎Part 2

PelicanGaming: /* Part 2 */

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‎Part 2

PelicanGaming at 06:42, 13 June 2018

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PelicanGaming: /* Berryshire */

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‎Berryshire

PelicanGaming at 23:47, 28 February 2018

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PelicanGaming at 23:36, 28 February 2018

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PelicanGaming: /* Berryshire */

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‎Berryshire

PelicanGaming: /* Berryshire */

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‎Berryshire

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 "Nira should be back in in a few minutes," Talur said, "she's picking up a special loaf from what's his face on the other side of town." Nira, Talur's wife, normally made bread in the morning, but for this special day, she had gone across town to one of the other bakers for his special fruit bread, one of the few who can make it right--probably less than twenty on the whole continent.
-With his arms stretched high, Talur could almost reach the top of Raain's head, an average height for an Avgar--or a Deurgar, for that matter. The wings of Talur's grey moustache stretched almost to his knees (a beard would have been a hindrance to his cooking, and so he shaved it off several years ago and never brought it back; he could tie his moustache behind his back while cooking). He had a dark spot on the palm of his left hand, Raain noticed this.
+With his arms stretched high, Talur could almost reach the top of Raain's head, an average height for an Avgar--or a Uunrgar, for that matter. The wings of Talur's grey moustache stretched almost to his knees (a beard would have been a hindrance to his cooking, and so he shaved it off several years ago and never brought it back; he could tie his moustache behind his back while cooking). He had a dark spot on the palm of his left hand, Raain noticed this.
 "Smoking this morning?"

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 "Start the day, ok. Hot Tula," she said aloud to herself. There was one drink that guaranteed to wake anyone with enough energy to be unstoppable, and also knock even the toughest on their backside when chilled, a hot tula nut tea. She turned from the window with a twirl, paused at her mirror to fix her hair, hummed a tune, rinsed her mouth. She wrapped a silver rope around her blue robe and headed out the door of her room.
 Outside her room, the hallway was dark; she waved her hand over a red crystal mounted on the wall, and the torches along the walls lit themselves. The floor looked like ankle-deep water; the walls extended the illusion of shallow water surrounded by tropical islands.
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 There was one visitor to the Ocean View Lodge who hadn't gotten up at all the commotion from the night before; he had arrived just a few hours before Griegg Capita, and had been too tired to care what this town's late-night celebration might be. Yes, they'd been a little morose when he'd arrived, and the sudden change to laughter was unnerving, but this bed was far more comfortable than the rocks and roots he'd been sleeping on for the past several weeks. He didn't feel the celebration was worth interrupting his first hope for a decent night's sleep, and knew that telling his hosts to be quiet would probably not bode well. He could probably could have taken most of them, his swords were sharp, and his arms strong, but why get out of bed?
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 Griegg entered through the side door of the bar, it being closest to his cabin and the stables, every chair was occupied, and many people standing while holding a slice of bread and a bowl of breakfast stew. The mob looked up as the side door opened and Griegg entered, then an eruption of cheers caused the lamps to flicker.
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 "But, speaking of research, it was a library, an ancient library. The books were mostly too damaged to read, but we, the caitians and I, did find several dozens that were intact. Most of the surviving books were the histories of fairy tales that I had never heard of, some were in languages I did not know, and two contained geography. Maps of places I'd never heard of and a detailed landscape that vastly differed from modern maps. My guess is that these books were before the Great Kaatyclyzym, possibly even before the last ice age, but I don't see how they could have survived over 100,000 years...But like I said, the maps didn't even fit what we know of from before the Kaatyclyzym."
 Nabal was the one to speak up next, "Iz that y shomeone twied to kiww you?"

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  Sitting on the edge of his bed, he opened the scroll carefully, and read:
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-It was a relief to discover that you are, in fact, alive. I'm sure you have by now heard a few details as to what took place on [[Ithonvi]], the 22nd of [[Hìlñdà]], an arm was found at the docks of Kyshm, and it was wearing the sleeve of one of your coats. Latest news is there was green blood mixed in with the blood of the arm's owner who was a humon, which we had believed to be you. Also a grey feather which would otherwise seem to belong to a [[Kaarln]], but even in my travels I have not seen a grey Kaarln; though I suppose if there was a mix of Kaarln and Valswyn, that might cause this, but that has never been done to my knowledge. It remains to me a mystery. We have also not yet been able to identify the arm's owner. It is believed that a True Death Blade was used, we have been unable to return life to the limb, or rebuild the body it came from, or even identify it beyond it being a hūmon male, the sleeve was what made us believe it to be you. I will be making a few other contacts and requests for travel for further assistance. I know you just left here, and arrived home, but it would be appreciated if you could make your way back. I would like you to head to Quagloria to catch an airship, I know you don't like to fly, but if you could come some swifter way other than by road.
+It was a relief to discover that you are, in fact, alive. I'm sure you have by now heard a few details as to what took place on [[Ithonvi]], the 22nd of [[Hìlñdà]], an arm was found at the docks of Kyshm, and it was wearing the sleeve of one of your coats. Latest news is there was green blood mixed in with the blood of the arm's owner who was a humon, which we had believed to be you. Also a grey feather which would otherwise seem to belong to a [[Kaarlnn]], but even in my travels I have not seen a grey Kaarln; though I suppose if there was a mix of Kaarln and Valswyn, that might cause this, but that has never been done to my knowledge. It remains to me a mystery. We have also not yet been able to identify the arm's owner. It is believed that a True Death Blade was used, we have been unable to return life to the limb, or rebuild the body it came from, or even identify it beyond it being a hūmon male, the sleeve was what made us believe it to be you. I will be making a few other contacts and requests for travel for further assistance. I know you just left here, and arrived home, but it would be appreciated if you could make your way back. I would like you to head to Quagloria to catch an airship, I know you don't like to fly, but if you could come some swifter way other than by road.
 It's not often I say that I'm confused, but this could be one of those moments. I don't see why there should be any cause for concern for the safety of your journey, but I'd suggest not travelling alone. If someone wanted it to look like you were dead, they might actually want you dead.
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 Past wooden and stone houses along a cobble stone road, the clacking of the horseshoes echoed through the the empty streets; to a large wooden building with stables near the town center, they walked. The only light in the town seemed to be coming from a thick sprawling tree in the park at the center of town. The trunk of the this tree started in one place and spread in three directions and wrapped back down til it was half buried in the grass before rising up again in a new direction. Hanging from the tree was a single lantern--a light for the dead.
-The garden along the path towards the Inn was unlit, and the windows dark. The cloaked man dismounted the horse, and wrapped its reigns over the gate post, and drew one of his blades. A sign over the door reading [[Aurie View Lodge]] swayed in the breeze--Berryshire was, however, not within any view of any [[Aurie]]. With sword in one hand, he slowly pushed open the door with the other. The Healing symbol above the door glowed as he passed through the doorway, shedding light across the entry way hall. The large painting of a beach was now lit just enough to think the waves were actually rolling in and crashing on the shore, and the rustling trees.
+The garden along the path towards the Inn was unlit, and the windows dark. The cloaked man dismounted the horse, and wrapped its reigns over the gate post, and drew one of his blades. A sign over the door reading [[Aurie View Lodge]] swayed in the breeze--Berryshire was, however, not within any view of any [[Aurie]]. With sword in one hand, he slowly pushed open the door with the other. The Healing symbol above the door glowed as he passed through the doorway, shedding light across the entry way hall. The large painting of a beach was now lit just enough to think the waves were actually rolling in and crashing on the shore, wind rustling the trees.
 "Hello?" a small, tired, concerned voice came from behind the shell covered counter in front of a board of room keys; there seemed to be tears in the voice, as if in the middle of a sad nightmare. "M...m..Mr. Capita? MR. CAPITA!!!!!!!!!! You're alive?!?!! YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!" The lights came on, the young Hobb was now standing on the counter top, screaming with excitement. The sadness completely gone.

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 Grieg looked around the now empty barroom, Talur was putting away the last of the glasses to be washed, Ârûn was attempting to levitate the trash bin but was having difficulty keeping it steady. After crashing the bin into a wall, knocking a small painting of another beach from it's shelf, Ârûn decided he was too sleepy to maintain focus; he strapped the rope harness around him and dragged the trash bin, which was taller than him, out the back of the bar to a compost pile beside the stable back wall.
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 The blue light of the fire cast dancing shadows across the field of flowers as the roia set in the eastern sky. The blue sky was glowing with reds, gold, and silver ribbons and spirals, as Raain sat watching the fire, and watching her brother in the distance talking with two other men, and a smallish dragon, under two massive twist trees. The fire was calming, but it felt like hours past.
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 Outside her room, the hallway was dark; she waved her hand over a red crystal mounted on the wall, and the torches along the walls lit themselves. The floor looked like ankle-deep water; the walls extended the illusion of shallow water surrounded by tropical islands.
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 There was one visitor to the Ocean View Lodge who hadn't gotten up at all the commotion from the night before; he had arrived just a few hours before Griegg Capita, and had been too tired to care what this town's late-night celebration might be. Yes, they'd been a little morose when he'd arrived, and the sudden change to laughter was unnerving, but this bed was far more comfortable than the rocks and roots he'd been sleeping on for the past several weeks. He didn't feel the celebration was worth interrupting his first hope for a decent night's sleep, and knew that telling his hosts to be quiet would probably not bode well. He could probably could have taken most of them, his swords were sharp, and his arms strong, but why get out of bed?
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 Griegg entered through the side door of the bar, it being closest to his cabin and the stables, every chair was occupied, and many people standing while holding a slice of bread and a bowl of breakfast stew. The mob looked up as the side door opened and Griegg entered, then an eruption of cheers caused the lamps to flicker.
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 Nik Worther had only been half listening, he was more interested in the food, deciding that killing the bell-ringer would not benefit him. But he perked up when he realized Griegg was talking about evidence of ancient histories, and a failed assassination over it. Nik had never previously put much stock in the stories of a pre-ice-age civilization existing, at least that it couldn't have been advanced enough to have a library. But if someone was trying to kill someone that discovered evidence, that might be something to find out more about. And the type of person to be interested in Pre-Kayatyclyzm history might happen to know about this strange medallion as well. This Griegg person would be someone to talk to; maybe he would stay here more than the one night.